Has now been rent asunder, shewing all           

             That, to the patient and unsandall'd foot,           

             Egress and regress freely are allowed           

             Through that most glorious temple, where abstract,           

             And long a stranger to the vulgar eye,           

             Thought held her silent rule, and mission'd forth           

             Her sealed and unquestion'd messengers.           

             Yet those who follow nature when the track           

             Is finer than a hair—those who can cleave           

             The subtile and combined elements           

             That form a drop of water—those can shrink           

             From the more holy alchemy enjoin'd,           

             Call'd for by that disgust the heart conceives           

             At the usurping empire of pretence;           

             At all those useless and disgraceful chains,           

             Which tie us down, and imp with aptest wings,           

             Falsehood and selfishness, who ought to creep           

             In their own reptile slime, and dart away           

             When eyes perceiv'd their presence. Oh! could those           

             Adventure in too perilous a path,           

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